Our Lot, Our Life - Part 1"We must meet."The letter had been very simple. Short, with no signature, no ribbon or wax, no fanfare whatsoever. Had Twilight not recognized the writing--and, of course, had it not been delivered via Spike--she would not have known Celestia had sent it at all. Her initial response to the letter had been utter disbelief, not that the Princess had written her, but that the letter she had sent had been so...insubstantial. It seemed almost laughably pathetic in the face of what Twilight was feeling tonight.As she walked home under the streetlights burning warmly in the fading light of the day, the pointless letter habitually tucked into her saddlebag, she could feel the gazes of all the other ponies of the city hovering cautiously on her retreating form. They were confused. Concerned. Scared. Twilight couldn't blame them; she was equally confused, similarly concerned...and completely terrified.